Divided We Fall

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Chapter 2 (v.1) - Chapter Two

Submitted: September 06, 2019

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Submitted: September 06, 2019








Something cold and fresh ruffled Raquelle’s hair, blowing it into her face. Wind. She sucked it in and her eyes flew open, suddenly charged. 

The ceiling she was staring up at was made of solid rock with moss and lichen. She was in a cave. 

She gently pressed her hand to her face, feeling her eyes, nose, and mouth, finding no more damage than scratches. She let her hand travel down her neck, chest, to her side. She rubbed it, feeling a tight wrapping underneath the thin fabric of her slip. 

Her eyes flared. She was in her slip. Where were her clothes? Oh, God, where was she? She fought through the pain to sit up and look around. Rock walls, rock ceiling… is this Heaven? Is that why she was in her slip? Did they wear slips in Heaven? 

“You’re awake.”

Raquelle jumped at the sound and stared, sure she was dreaming, as a boy sat in front of her. The fact that there was a person was shocking enough, not to mention that this boy was quite the looker. She studied him, her eyes gliding from his mass of silky curls, to his adorable face with electrifying green eyes, down to the rest of his body that made her want to swoon. She looked back to his face. “I guess I am,” she said.

“Do you want some water?”

Raquelle nodded and he handed her a little bowl of water. It was icy cold, but with a bit of an off taste. “Did you put anything in this?”

The boy’s eyebrows raised, as if he was surprised she figured out. “I’ve been giving you some stuff to keep you knocked out. There’s a little bit in that.”

“Dragelwood?” Raquelle might have been an orphan, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have an extensive knowledge of healing plants. 

The boy seemed surprised. “Uh--yeah. I think.” 

She gave him a quick look-over. “You made it out mostly unharmed.” Other than a few scratches, he looked great. In so, so many ways. 

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t. Those creeps got my sister. And not to imply anything, but I think they may use her as a…” He glanced at Raquelle and trailed off. 

“It’s okay. I know what Leokes do to pretty young girls. I’m fourteen.” It was for that reason that she’d never disliked her appearance. Plain and unattractive could be really good for staying out of nasty situations. She’d rather be stabbed than go through life as a toy for King Riker. 

The boy gave his head a quick shake. “She’s the only family I have left. I need her. The thought of her going through that…” he shook his head again. “No. I’m going to get her back.” He turned to look ahead. “It’s where I’m going now, actually. Hawkeye Castle. In other words, Leoke headquarters.” 

Raquelle slouched a little, the pain of sitting becoming a little too much. “How? I mean, Riker, he’s quite the… jackass? Barbarian? Creep? There’s so many words. And his army… I heard he has 5,000 guards just on the outside of that castle.”

She was slammed to the ground with a vicious force and sat on. He pushed into her side on purpose. She squirmed helplessly and whimpered. It hurt so bad... 

The boy grabbed her face and turned it so that she was forced to stare in his deep, green, enraged eyes. “Listen to me,” he growled, and leaned in closer. “You are a little girl. And you don’t get to question me. And if you ever dare say anything like that again, I will kill you. I mean it. So I don’t want to hear one more word about me, my sister, or however possible getting her might be. I will get her. I will break in. And I don’t need your opinion on it. Is that clear?” His gaze intensified. Raquelle began to stutter. 

“Ye--yes. Very. I’m--I’m sorry. I didn’t--I didn’t mean it like that. Really. I’m sorry.” She started to shake, and he got off, giving her side an extra squeeze for good measure. 

It hurt so bad tears pricked her eyes, and she tried to blink them away. 

“So...I realize you saved my life when you didn’t have to,” she started, glancing away. “And I’m very grateful. So if there’s any way to repay you, then I would gladly do so.”

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Actually, there is something. You come with. Help. Give me another person to communicate with. You look useful.” 

She perked up. “Oh, I am. Very. I’d love to. Your sister sounds like a lovely girl.” She winced, realizing she’d just said something about his sister. But he didn’t attack her this time. 

“She is. And I can’t live without her.” His voice was firm, but kinder.

“What’s your name?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. 

“Erik. What’s yours?” 

She hesitated. Ani told her to be skeptical of telling strangers her name. But Erik didn’t seem evil, so she decided to tell. “Raquelle.” 

“Mm. Well, Raquelle, you should know I actually thought you were dead when I first saw you. If it weren’t for the fact that I was willing to touch you and find that you still had a pulse, you would be dead right now.”

Raquelle’s eyes widened. “Okay, then. Good to know. Glad you’re not one of those people that’s afraid to touch dead things.” She curled up in a little ball.

Erik watched her. “Are you okay?”

She shrugged. “As okay as I can be, given my situation.”



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